Even the Roosevelt Elk would agree, it seems, as they had no problem making themselves right at home among the campsites.
But first you have to get there:
California State Park's directions to our campground told us to look for mile marker 90.88 and turn.
Well, the mile marker wasn't there, but after we drove too far, turned around and went back, we saw this spray-painted on the road.
Six miles of dirt roads and forty minutes from hwy 1, and you'll find yourself at Usal Beach.
This is what Jeeps are for.
Home, sweet tent.
Usal Creek outlets to the ocean here, creating an amazing contrast of eco-systems and providing the perfect place to encounter gorgeous Roosevelt Elk. (The largest breed of Elk in the world, they can weigh up to 1,200lbs!)
These campers woke to a campsite full of Elk.
Seals play in the waves.
Sunrise over the hills.
The buck that decided to have a rest... about ten feet from my tent. He was soon joined by about eight friends.
Hanging out in Usal Creek. Loving life.
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